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Adrian’s fingertips were still pressing into Daxton’s swollen tits when the last signs of tension left the quarterback’s shoulders. A thin stream of milk slipped from his nipples and ran down the rounded tits, dripping across his sides. Adrian stared at it for a second, still amazed by how ordinary something so strange had already started to feel.

Daxton noticed where he was looking and grinned, pushing his chest forward a little more into Adrian’s hand. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased. “You were doing pretty good.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow, gripping more firmly. “I wasn’t being shy.”

Barrett laughed beside them. He gave Daxton’s tits one last squeeze—so casually that it was evident he had done it millions of times already—working some of the remaining pressure toward the nipple, and another little stream of milk spilled out.

Daxton moaned softly. “Fuck, that’s better.”

Barrett smirked. “You let yourself get way too full.”

“I’ve been busy,” Daxton added, blushing a bit.

“You’re always busy when you’re supposed to be taking care of yourself,” Barrett explained. “Let’s stop pretending that you do it on purpose,” he said, then turned to look at Adrian. “Good luck dealing with this guy when I’m gone.”

Adrian laughed before he could stop himself, then shook his head and took a step back.

“You’re good now?” Barrett asked Daxton.

The quarterback reached up and lifted both enormous tits in his hands, testing their weight. He squeezed them, and his nipples twitched faintly but didn’t leak as much. “Better than good.” He looked at Barrett first, smirking. “Thanks, Source.” Then his eyes moved toward Adrian, winking at him. “And it’s been an honor to meet you, future Source.”

Adrian blushed and nodded. Daxton’s words surprised him more than the teasing itself. When he had arrived on campus that morning, he had expected every eye to turn toward him. He had dressed for it, trained for it, and built his whole image around being the guy who walked into a room and made people turn his way. Instead, Borst had spent the entire day knocking that confidence around. Everywhere Adrian looked, there had been another man with a bigger chest, a broader body, more confidence, or some impossible physical trait that made Adrian feel too average by comparison. Then, Barrett appeared and made nearly everyone else look small.

Those words were what made everything Barrett had shown him finally come together. Becoming the Source wasn’t only about getting huge. It wasn’t only the milk, the ridiculous bodies, the attention, the private penthouse, the gym access, the food, or the fact that Barrett seemed to spend half his day surrounded by men who were more than happy to let him put his hands wherever they were needed.

Adrian wasn’t going to lie to himself. Those things mattered a lot. He wanted to get bigger. He wanted to know what it would feel like to carry a body like Barrett’s. He wanted the confidence that came with it, how entire rooms seemed to adjust around his presence. Some competitive part of Adrian had been awake since the moment he entered Borst and realized he was no longer the biggest or most impressive guy nearby.

But Daxton had shown him the other half. “It’s been an honor,” he said, leaning to show some respect to Adrian. “I hope you have enjoyed it because we’ll be doing it quite often from now on. I’m sure about it,” he added, grinning.

“He hasn’t accepted yet,” Barrett corrected.

“With all due respect,” Daxton said, looking at Adrian’s crotch, where his cock was visibly hard inside his pants. “I think he already made his decision.”

Daxton winked one last time and turned away, jogging back toward his teammates. His huge tits bounced heavily with every stride, making him adjust his posture as he went.

Adrian watched him for a few seconds, but then he felt Barrett looking at him. When Adrian turned, Barrett had one eyebrow raised.

“So,” Barrett asked.

Adrian took a slow breath. He looked down at himself, at the thicker pecs that hadn’t existed when he drove onto campus that morning, and then looked back toward Daxton, who was disappearing into the practice group. He thought about Charlie. He thought about the students who had approached Barrett carrying glasses and bottles. He thought about the absurd amount of milk Barrett produced, the machines, the penthouse, and the whole weird system that Borst had built around one man. And then he thought about Barrett saying he was graduating.

Adrian looked up at the big guy. “I’ve made up my mind,” he said, and Barrett didn’t move. He swallowed hard, then grinned. “I’ll do it. I’ll become the next Source. I mean, you introduced me to Daxton as the next Source before I even agreed.”

“I knew you’d accept eventually,” Barrett said calmly. There was no dramatic reaction, no huge celebration, and no surprised shout. If anything, he looked like a man hearing something he had already known for hours. “You’re gonna need more weight on you. A lot more.”

Adrian blushed and smiled shyly.

“Alright, future Source.” Barrett’s grin widened. “Training begins now.”

They left the field together and headed for Barrett’s penthouse. As they walked in, Adrian immediately noticed that the living room looked impossibly tidy. The couch was pristine again; the floor shimmered under the lights, and only the faint sweet scent of milk and cum remained in the air as proof of the ridiculous mess that had covered the room earlier.

Charlie lounged across the cushions as he had barely moved since they left. One of his hands pressed lightly against his right tit while the other stroked his particularly engorged cock firmly. The thick mushroom head glistened under the light and slid between his tits with some strokes, making Charlie’s whole body shiver. Still, he didn’t rush the motions, only closed his eyes and let his mouth fall open, clearly enjoying himself.

Adrian stopped short and looked around again, unable to understand how the whole place was so clean, so fast. “How did you—”

Charlie opened his eyes, casually stroking his cock, as though he had forgotten there had ever been a problem. “What? You thought I was gonna leave Barrett’s disaster sitting around all afternoon?”

Adrian looked from the clean couch to the shining floor and then back to Charlie. “There was enough milk and cum in here to flood the place.”

Charlie’s grin widened. He slowly ran his tongue over his lips, making the gesture far more suggestive than it needed to be. “Yeah,” he said. “Funny how there’s none left, huh?”

Adrian stared at him, blushing at the realization.

Charlie looked proud, working on his cock as if rewarding himself for a job well done. “I told you I like cleaning.”

Barrett didn’t even slow as he crossed the room. “He’s the best.”

“The best?” Adrian repeated, still looking at Charlie with disbelief.

Charlie looked very pleased with himself. “Nothing goes to waste when I’m around.”

Barrett laughed, clearly far too familiar with this kind of answer to be surprised by it.

Charlie’s attention then moved toward Adrian. “So, the rookie said yes, didn’t he?”

Adrian froze for a second, then nodded. He still wasn’t sure whether the warmth in his chest was pride, nerves, or a combination of both.

Charlie laughed happily, and the movement made his enormous tits bounce and settle heavily across his torso. “Knew it.” He winked at Adrian, squeezing his cock more firmly as if the news were turning him on even more. “Welcome aboard, boss-in-training.”

Adrian snorted. “Boss-in-training?”

“You’re not getting the full title yet. Barrett’s still technically in charge,” Charlie said, starting to pant heavily as his cock throbbed. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep the place spotless for you.”

Barrett smiled and pulled Adrian toward the bedroom, leaving Charlie on the verge of his climax. As they walked in, Barrett closed the door behind them and immediately removed his T-shirt, leaving his torso bare. Adrian did the same, aware of where things were heading.

“How do you want to start?” Barrett asked.

Adrian swallowed. “Slowly,” he answered softly. “Your size still scares me a little.”

“That’s normal,” Barrett said calmly. He moved closer, letting Adrian rest both hands against his mountainous tits. “Trust me. Your body can do more than you think.”

Adrian believed him, or at least he wanted to badly enough that he stopped trying to imagine every possible way the whole thing could go wrong. Barrett had already experienced this process from Adrian’s side before. He knew what becoming the Source required; he knew how Adrian’s body had already reacted to his milk. If anyone understood what Adrian’s body could handle, it was probably the incumbent Source himself.

Barrett guided him onto the bed until Adrian was lying on his back. The bed was enormous by normal standards, but Barrett’s size made even oversized furniture seem smaller than it was. The big guy removed his clothes entirely, making Adrian gasp and swallow hard at the sight. As soon as he leaned over Adrian, his huge body filled most of Adrian’s view. His shoulders seemed even broader from below, his thick arms braced on either side of Adrian, and his massive tits hung heavily over his torso, pressing down with unbelievable weight.

Every small adjustment shifted an absurd amount of muscle, and Adrian could also feel the heat coming off the big guy and smell the mix of Barrett’s cologne, milk, and cum that had already gotten into his head earlier in the elevator.

“Still sure?” Barrett asked, reaching lower to hook his fingers into Adrian’s waistband.

“I already said yes,” Adrian answered without hesitation.

The Source pulled Adrian’s pants lower, carefully removing them. He took a second to admire Adrian’s lower body, whistling low and grinning at the smaller guy. Then, Barrett’s cock started getting harder, growing and pulsing with such force that it looked supernatural. Within a minute, the massive shaft had reached about 30 inches long and 7 inches in diameter. The size looked even more imposing this close, making Adrian’s eyes widen.

“You’re sure this is going to work?” Adrian asked softly.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Barrett said firmly. “Where did the confidence go?”

Adrian blushed, looking down again at the massive head of Barrett’s cock. “I mean, it’s not the same watching as actually dealing with it.”

“I know.” Barrett smiled kindly. “Remember, I’ve been through this too,” he continued. “I know what it feels like when you’re the one lying there wondering how the hell any of this is supposed to work. But you can trust me; it will.”

Adrian nodded, spreading his legs for Barrett to have full access to his hole.

Barrett lined his cock into position and pushed forward. The first contact made practically every muscle in Adrian’s body tighten. His hands moved upward and grabbed Barrett’s shoulders instinctively, digging his fingers into dense muscle that was so thick he couldn’t come close to wrapping his hands around it.

“Oh, fuck,” Adrian whispered, trying to adjust to the pressure even though nothing had happened yet.

“Breathe,” Barret said calmly.

Adrian forced himself to inhale slowly, then let the air out again, trying to loosen his core and thighs. “You’re just gonna stay there?” he asked after a couple of seconds.

“Bossy,” Barrett said, pushing forward again with more force.

Adrian shut his eyes and concentrated on breathing instead of thinking about Barrett’s cock size. Slowly, things worked, and his hole opened to allow Barrett’s cock inside. Adrian continued to moan, pant, and struggle to suppress his screams of pleasure, but the sensation was more pleasing than painful as the massive cock slid into him.

“Oh, fuck,” Adrian whispered, feeling his body stretching around Barrett’s cock.

Barrett smirked and pushed another inch inside. “What?”

“You’re so big.” Adrian panted heavily. “But it feels good.”

“Told you,” Barrett said, moving forward even more.

He continued gradually, giving Adrian time to adjust to every inch. Adrian gasped for air, desperately gripping Barrett’s shoulders as moans came out of his mouth without restraint.

“Fuck, Barrett,” Adrian cried out as barely half the massive cock had slid inside.

The initial strain slowly turned into pure pleasure as Barrett kept going. Adrian was still aware of how massive Barrett’s cock was, but he marveled at how his body adjusted to it. Once his whole body relaxed, everything moved faster, and their bodies pressed against each other more firmly than ever. Adrian could feel the massive cock stretching his body beyond what he thought was possible, but deep inside he couldn’t wait for the real event to get started.

“So, are you ready?” Barrett asked, twitching his hips a little to tease Adrian.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Adrian cried out as the whole shaft throbbed inside him. “Yes! Please.” It was all he could say without losing his breath.

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